Bucktown

I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side

No fronting, just in case I gotta smoke something

'Round here, heads don't act their age

You might be another dead bwoy upon page

Enter the cipher with your lighter

L's are ready, prepare for another all-nighter

But keep a watch for the cops 'cause they rock Glocks

Coming on the block, trying to rock knots

Pigs be acting like they're bigger than us **** from the streets

'Cause we stalk mad deep and them walk beats

I guess them hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge

Playing tough, staring down the judge with my hands cuffed

Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear

Au revoir, yeah, now I'm up outta here

Pigs look me up and down with a frown

Is it because I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown?

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Got five emcees that wanna contest we

Got your nooses ready, hanging over the trees

Bring on your sounds and get drowned by my massive

Kill you, batty boy, and hold your lover for hostage

Knock, knock, niggy, knock, that's four shots empty

On a violator that was sent out to get me

I'm tore up from the floor up, and everything's Black, but, Steele

I'm on point, ready to Buck, ain't nothing sweet, Jack

Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love

Deeply rooted from my Timbs to my dick above

Don't sweat the bulge coming from my hip

Grip once you get hit when I let my tool click

Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark

Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're getting torn apart

Here comes the rude bwoys with the ganja plants

Smif-N-Wessun, generals of the Boot Camp

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Another murderer, just another prankster

Rude bwoy dead 'cause him thought him was a gangster

Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets

Test the wrong dread, now him in eternal sleep

Mr. Rippa, I lurk in the Stuy

Twist up the ganja when I wanna get high with my bredren

A buddha session, learn your lesson

Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

Bucktown's everywhere, I swear

It's clear to me, you feeling we now and really see

Nightfall 'round the way

Original heads come out to play, puff herb, break day

It's just a regular, everyday state of being I

Mind's holding weight, rhymes free the mind in time

I find reality follows me where I roam

360 degrees, back home in

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